One Monsieur Tiramisu perplexed
Decided to hunt fools in the complex
Modesty was his robe which he wore
With unparalleled vanity and pride
Carried a machete with a daunting task
Wiping out fools before dusk
Stepped out of the house in the icy storm
Looking for a trace of any delinquent in the town
Not a soul on the slippery road, wondered
Where have my victims gone tonight
Saw a bearded homeless by the side
Have you seen any fool, for I’m on the
Mission to slay them all my friend
Then you must go home my foe
Make a near precision on your neck
For you are a fool yourself, Mr. Boskichov
How dare you spoke those words to me
You insolent bastard, I called you a friend
Don’t underestimate your foolishness Monsieur
For anyone to have an idea of hunting fools
Stepping out of house in the icy cold wind
Carrying a machete in the age of gun
Asking a homeless for people’s address
I am talking to someone like you, I am a fool myself
Tanya penning us in poem is bigger fool than us
Those reading carefully this gibberish text are,
Biggest fools so far yet, a tale of fools read by fools
There’s is no dearth of fools in this world my friend!
No Dearth of Fools in This world
-Tanya Shukla
Haha. You dared to call all of us fool 😊😊🌸good one
Just to make mood lighter
Lol. I liked it 😊🌸
happy fool am I reading this wonderful piece of creation 🙂
Thanks just a fun poem…
🙂
Humourous & enjoyable after reading i am feeling myself befooled.Nice one